The Fairy Boat Is Too Bitter, I Am Domineering In Teyvat

In response to Yanqing's attack, the Demon Yin Body Transformer did not fight back.

The powerful force exuding from his body seemed to silently tell everyone that the attack in front of him was just a trivial provocation to him.

His eyes were fixed on Jingliu, and his arms slowly rose, as solemn as iron stone.

The heavy armor reflected a cold brilliance in the sunlight, like a suppressed light in the darkness.

"Buzz buzz!"

At this time, when the sword shadow approached, an invisible shield appeared around Chen Zhu's body.

The sharp sword energy and huge impact brought by the flying sword were resolved by "bang bang bang" the moment it came into contact with the shield, as if it rushed into the boundless abyss without causing any waves.

When Yanqing saw this, his expression changed slightly.

He understood what a powerful opponent he was facing.

Six flying swords surrounded Yan Qing, the sword tips trembling, as if they would attack again at any time.

But at this time, Yanqing knew that the power of the flying sword alone would not be able to shake the demonic Yin body shaper in front of him.

"Looking ahead and looking behind will weaken your strength."

Looking at this scene, Jingliu sounded disappointed and shook his head slightly: "Where did your confidence go?"

Hearing the sliding of the mirror flow, Yanqing looked ugly, waved his hand again, and the cold temperature emerged under the burst of hunting power.

The terrifying power of ice appeared on each of Yanqing's flying swords, whizzing directly onto the body of the demonic Yin body trainer, instantly freezing the demonic Yin body trainer.

"boom!"

The sword light roared one after another, constantly impacting the demon Yin body refiner.

"Kakakaka!"

There was a cracking sound, and the ice cubes on the body of the person who was being transformed by the frozen Demonic Yin body melted quickly, leaving him completely unscathed.

Yan Qing's expression turned ugly when he saw this scene. Could he not even be able to deal with this shape-shifter?

"I have no choice but to use that one trick."

Thinking of this, Yanqing's eyes were firm.

Deep in Yanqing's heart, an unprecedented determination arose.

He knew that the Demon Yin Body Transformer in front of him was far beyond the reach of ordinary people. At this moment, he could only use his most secret skill - Wan Jian Tian Lai.

Thinking of this, Yanqing's gestures changed rapidly, like beating flames. Every time he waved his hand, his sword intent condensed.

Suddenly, his whole aura began to change drastically, his eyes shone with an unprecedented sharp light, and even the air around him seemed to solidify at this moment.

The chill spread from the tip of his sword to the entire battlefield, and the temperature plummeted, causing every corner of the battlefield to be shrouded in a light layer of frost mist.

"Wan Jian! Heaven is coming!"

As Yanqing's voice sounded, the color of the world changed.

From behind Yanqing, countless swords made of ice emerged. Each ice sword exuded a deep blue light. These lights intertwined into a huge network in the darkness.

Covering the entire sky.

Then, Yan Qing raised his hand and pointed, and all the ice swords were like bullets obeying the call of 237. With irresistible power and biting cold air, they poured down overwhelmingly towards Demon Ming Shen Lian Xing Tu.

The whole world seemed to be at a standstill at this moment, except for the ice swords whizzing down, as if weaving into a galaxy, bright and deadly.

Amidst the loud sound of "Boom, boom, boom!", sword rain surged wildly, and the ground around the Demon Yin Body Transformer was hit by ice swords, piercing into them like ice crystal flowers growing on the cold grasslands.

Every sword fell, carrying enough power to split stone and metal, and even the air seemed to be torn apart by the violent sword energy.

The whole scene was shocking to the extreme, and Yanqing's originally calm face became excited with every flying ice sword.

He knows that this is a display of all his strength, and it may also be the last wild moment.

At this moment, Yanqing is like a monarch who controls the cold world, and he is the only one who dominates.

"this is not bad."

Seeing Yan Qing perform such a move, Lin Mo's eyes suddenly lit up.

This ability must be copied as soon as possible once one has enough influence points.

This ability is not only handsome, but also powerful.

"Roar!"

At this moment, the Demonic Yin Body Transformer was unable to resist this blow.

When he wanted to resist, he was frozen in place by a tyrannical force, unable to move, and could only withstand this terrifying attack.

Sword shadows appeared all over the sky, causing the Demon Yin Body Transformer to roar and roar, and there were even wounds on his body.

But it's just a wound.

"how come?!"

Yanqing's expression changed drastically when he saw that the Demon Yin Body Transformer had not fallen down at all.

how so.

With this move of my own, I can’t even kill this Demonic Yin Body Transformer instantly?

"It's my turn."

Yanqing's look of astonishment has not receded yet, like the dawn before dawn, quiet and tense, Jingliu, who witnessed all this, spoke calmly.

When Jingliu spoke calmly, a sword appeared in his hand.

In this moment of silence, Jingliu slowly raised his head, his eyes like candles, looking through the smoke and chaos of the battlefield at the demonic Yin body refiner who had not fallen.

"It should be like this. The sword will never come back, and it will kill with one blow."

"Jingyuan taught you how to kill evil creatures. Did he teach you how to deal with the immortal boat people who fell into Guangyin's body?"

"The answer is, there is no difference. A sword penetrates the elixir and cuts off its vitality.

There was a soft sound, which seemed to be a signal that the axis of time was being subtly affected.

Kyoryu's sword is not dazzling, but it has an edge that cannot be seen directly, as if it carries the supreme tension of the moment.

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and an extremely cold sword energy began to spread out from the sword body, turning into rays of light as thin as spider silk and spreading out in all directions.

Before the sword energy arrived, the sharp edge advanced first, and the breath between heaven and earth was stagnant. Even the ashes around it seemed to be still, and time seemed to be frozen.

"Zheng!"

Different from all the soft sounds in the world, this sword chant is like the declaration of the beginning of the world, announcing the beginning and end of everything.

The sword dance of Jingliu is uncomplicated, without any frills or decorations. It is simple to the extreme, but it is as simple as the great road, showing the purest killing intention.

The sword was looming, as if it were integrated with the space. There was an invisible rhythm in the offensive, and it seemed that every tremor of the sword tip was synchronized with the pulse of the universe.

The blade of the sword passed by, bringing up a brilliant brilliance, not dazzling, but crystal clear, as if one could see the thousands of sword intentions contained in it, and the surging sword sea hidden under the calm.

In the face of this supreme sword energy, the powerful demonic body shaper could only resist.

But facing the peerless swordsmanship of Jingliu, all defenses seemed so fragile.

Before the sword light arrived, tiny cracks began to appear on the shaper's body, as if being squeezed by an invisible force.

"Chi!"

Finally, with an extremely light sound of breaking through the air, Jingliu's sword penetrated everything.

At that moment, the air seemed to condense, and time and space reached a resonance under that sword.

A trace of disbelief flashed in the eyes of the Demon Yin Body Transformer, and the sword light penetrated his body, as if all ties with the world were broken at this moment.

In an instant, all the evil and power in his body turned into misty dust and disappeared with the wind.

Jingliu's terrifying blow not only killed an existence, but also seemed to freeze an eternal moment.

Yanqing looked on in shock.

Although the Demon Yin Body Transformer was beheaded and everything around him was now calm again, Yan Qing could not ignore the sharp sword energy remaining in the air and the cracks in the sword energy on the ground.

At this time, Jingliu slowly sheathed his sword and returned it to its sheath, as if all the horror had never happened.

But the corpse of the fallen Demonic Body Transformer proved the terror and brilliance of this sword.

"This sword."

Lin Mo, who had been paying attention to Jingliu's sword, instantly thought of a sword skill that appeared in his mind.

I copied the thousands of years of Kage-ryu swordsmanship, and one of the moves was exactly the same as this!

But if you let yourself use it, it will be impossible to create such power.

The power he possesses still cannot be added to the sword.

When Lin Mo thought this and Yan Qing was shocked, Jingliu, who was standing with his hands behind his hands, calmly said: "That sword strike you just made was not a huge disappointment."

"I, I lost."

Yanqing was silent after hearing Jingliu's words.

His fists were clenched, but he finally loosened them, lowering his head, his tone full of frustration.

"Lost?"

After hearing Yanqing's words, Jingliu, who had his back to Yanqing, said calmly: "The competition is not over yet, because before I had time to thrust out the last sword, there was no opponent on the field. The sword was unsheathed to no avail. It was a blasphemy against the imperial bow." Si Ming's divine will is extremely ominous.

As Jingliu opened his mouth, an extremely cold murderous intention filled the air, instantly enveloped Yan Qing, causing Yan Qing's complexion to change drastically.

What does Jingliu mean?

But thinking of Jingliu's words, Jingliu's tone just now was full of disrespect for Di Gong Siming, Yanqing looked solemn: "You."

"With your strength, even if you encounter the blade [çaaa], it will be a dead end."

Jing Liu turned around, looked at Yan Qing and said calmly: "Rather than die overnight, I will give you a more honorable choice - die as a swordsman after witnessing my sword that has been tempered for thousands of times."

As soon as the words fell, a cold murderous intention instantly spread out from Jingliu's body and enveloped Yanqing.

Under this cold murderous intent, Yanqing felt as if he was in the coldest month of winter, and his blood was almost frozen.

He could feel that there was not only arrogance in Jingliu's words, but also an irresistible force.

This is not only a kind of physical suppression, but also a spiritual crushing.

At this moment, Jingliu suddenly moved and rose into the sky, pointing straight into the sky like an arrow from a string.

As the sword light flickered, her figure seemed to split into countless phantoms, each with an irresistible edge.

Yanqing's expression changed drastically, and his heartbeat accelerated at this moment. He knew that what Jingliu was about to launch would be a real killing blow.

Jingliu drew a perfect arc in the air, and the sword in his hand turned into a brilliant ray of light, drawing towards Yanqing.

This sword contains all the sharpness and speed between heaven and earth, as if even fate will change its trajectory.

Yanqing swung his sword with all his strength, and the terrifying hunting life burst out from his body, covering Yanqing's sword instantly, making Yanqing's swordsmanship reach its peak.

But in front of this terrifying sword light, it still seemed so inadequate.

"Block it!"

Yanqing's expression changed dramatically, he put all his strength into the sword, and unleashed Ten Thousand Swords.

In an instant, Yanqing's sword intent reached an unprecedented height, and his sword met Jingliu's attack.

"Boom!"

The loud noise shook the heaven and the earth, and the sword light shot out in all directions.

Overwhelming energy swept across all directions, and deafening roars sounded one after another.

I don't know how much time passed before the dust around me slowly dissipated.

Although Yanqing successfully blocked the sword, the huge repulsive force made his whole body tremble violently.

He only felt that every bone in his body was shaking under this sword.

Groaning, all the strength in his body receded like a tide, and his face turned pale as paper.

Looking at Jingliu disappearing into the sky, Yanqing breathed a weak sigh of relief.

This woman must be gone.

This means it's over.

The swordsmanship displayed by this woman completely shocked Yan Qing.

Who is he? And he cannot be a general.

Just as he was thinking this, Yanqing, who was relieved, suddenly noticed something and turned his head with a drastic change in expression.

Jingliu's figure instantly appeared next to Lin Mo like a phantom, her sword looming, with a decisive and cold edge.

Lin Mo, who was watching with emotion, his pupils shrank sharply in an instant, and his expression turned from emotion to solemn, even a little unbelievable.

Without any warning, Jingliu's sword seemed to contain the power of the storm, slashing violently and mercilessly.

Wherever the sword edge passed, the air seemed to be split into two, making a harsh tearing sound.

"knock!!!"

The sudden situation caused Lin Mo's complexion to change drastically.

This woman is very careful about what she would do to herself.

Lin Mo knew that the power of this sword was far from ordinary. He had no way to avoid it and could only resist it.

There was a crisp sound of "Zheng!", and the sword in Lin Mo's hand shone with dazzling brilliance at this moment. The hunting life was mobilized by Lin Mo, and the vast breath poured into the sword, and he was instantly attacked.

"boom!"

The sword light and sword shadow intersect.

In an instant, Lin Mo's sword met this terrifying blow.

The world seemed to be trembling, and the light and shadow were intricate, forming a picture of a battle between life and death.

The sword light was like a waterfall, and the energy fluctuations tore through the sky. For a moment, the sword shadow and the sword light were entangled, and a dazzling light burst out, which was dazzling.

The aftermath of the impact surrounded the surroundings. The space between Lin Mo and Jingliu seemed to have become a vacuum zone, and the continuous roar made everything around him seem insignificant.

Dust and gravel flew in this force, like a doomsday scene.

"Good, continue."

The next second, Jingliu's calm voice was accompanied by the gentle trembling of the sword tip, echoing in the wind.

She swung her sword again, without any murderous intent, but with such precision and rhythm that Lin Mo had to take it seriously.

At this moment, Lin Mo suddenly found that the power of Jingliu was reduced.

You can almost clearly feel every bit of force on the opponent's sword edge, as well as Jingliu's precise and delicate swordsmanship.

Lin Mo subconsciously immediately used the swordsmanship he had copied from Jingliu.

The sword in his hand danced with sharp sword lights, which was a technique he copied from Jingliu.

The movements are gorgeous and practical, each sword is solid and precise,

"Dang Dang Dang!"

The sword tips clashed, sparking bright sparks like the brightest stars in the night sky.

On the stage where swords and lights intersect, the figures of Lin Mo and Jing Liu appear one after another, like two dragons playing in the water, fierce and beautiful.

"good."

Jingliu drew out his sword, with a trace of emotion in his eyes. She didn't expect Lin Mo to understand and use her swordsmanship so quickly, and Jingliu became more and more interested in it over the next ten minutes.

Lin Mo looked at the panel that emerged, his eyelids twitching fiercely.

[Your swordsmanship has aroused the interest of others and gained 250 influence points. 】

Sure enough, Jingliu attacked him because of the swordsmanship he had shown before.

Copy the swordsmanship of Kagami style!

"Bang bang bang!"

At this time, in the collision between sword edges, neither of them used their true energy or other power at this time. The pure swordsmanship skills made this competition more pure and charming.

Every attack Lin Mo made reached the level of Jingliu, and Jingliu kept changing his tricks, seeming to be trying to guide Lin Mo to a deeper understanding.

But after continuing for a while, Jingliu discovered that there was no need to guide him at all.

When Jingliu and Lin Mo were fighting, Yanqing next to him frowned.

Is this woman testing Lin Mo's swordsmanship? Giving Lin Mo some guidance?

Thinking that this woman was completely different to him, Yanqing's eyelids twitched even more.

"very nice."

At this time, the sword shadow gradually eased, and the two people's movements began to become smooth, like a tacit dance, and Jingliu's figure stepped away gracefully.

"call."

At this time, Lin Mo's clothes were soaked with sweat, and Lin Mo's breathing gradually became tight.

Lin Mo only felt a little sore all over his body.

"Are you interested in becoming my disciple?"

The next second, Jingliu nodded slightly, seeming to imply that Lin Mo had passed her test.

Lin Mo: "????"

Lin Mo:"!!!!"

Hearing Jingliu's words, Lin Mo suddenly took a breath of cold air.

What the hell, being a disciple of Kage-ryu?

Then wouldn’t he be the same generation as Jing Yuan?